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Hal bent to examine the hole in the fence post. It was small and round, almost perfectly so, as though drilled with a quarter-inch bit. He looked closer. It seemed to curve sharply downward after a short distance. There were fine wood shavings around the edge and on the ground below. “Trouble with yer fence?” Startled, Hal jerked his head up to see the neighbor across the street standing in his driveway. He wore faded jeans, a stained sweatshirt, and a Yankees hat. “Sorry,” the guy said. “Didn’t mean to spook ya.” He crossed the street with a lazy gait